Sunshine and Flowers

Sunshine and Flowers
‘Tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes! -William Wordsworth

Friday, February 18, 2022

Drinking From My Saucer

The Mumu cup was my grandma's cup then my mother's and now mine. It simply means Grandma in Finnish. I love being a grandma! 
The jar in the back had jam in it. I bought it from the mill pictured on it.

Here is a poem that I did not write but may be a lot of you can recognize it. 
It is a timeless classic.

Drinking from My Saucer

by John Paul Moore


I’ve never made a fortune and it’s probably too late now.

But I don’t worry about that much, I’m happy anyhow.


And as I go along life’s way, I’m reaping better than I sowed.

I’m drinking from my saucer, ‘Cause my cup has overflowed.


I don’t have a lot of riches, and sometimes the going’s tough.

But I’ve got loved ones around me, and that makes me rich enough.


I thank God for his blessings, and the mercies He’s bestowed.

I’m drinking from my saucer, ’Cause my cup has overflowed.


I remember times when things went wrong, my faith wore somewhat thin.

But all at once the dark clouds broke, and the sun peeped through again.


So, God, help me not to gripe about the tough rows that I’ve hoed.

I’m drinking from my saucer, ‘Cause my cup has overflowed.


If God gives me strength and courage, when the way grows steep and rough.

I’ll not ask for other blessings, I’m already blessed enough.


And may I never be too busy, to help others bear their loads.

Then I’ll keep drinking from my saucer, ‘Cause my cup has overflowed


I have never known what being rich is like. My great grandparents and grandparents and even my own parents had struggles in life to provide for large families. Yet in all this they were rich in the things that mattered. God has been faithful through many generations. 

I'm thankful for God's love and grace and for watching over me and protecting me even in the times I have made unwise choices, I find myself reflecting on years past and the things I have been taught not only by words but by example. My parents were not perfect, but they were the best that I could ever ask for. Dad lived a quiet faith, and his favorite verse was Micah 6:8

"He has shown you, O man, what is good.

And what does the Lord require of you

But to do justly,

To love mercy,

And to walk humbly with your God?


Who could ask for more?






I love this picture of my dad and mom when they were still living in their farmhouse. So much joy! 
I miss them so much!
The Mill here in Indiana when it was first built.

Dad and Mom's Farm in Michigan. Long since sold. Good memories.

11 comments:

  1. A beautiful post, Cheryl! Always uplifting for me. Hoping we can make a quick visit work while you are here in Florida!! xo

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    1. Thank you. I hope so too and you can meet Michelle and Oliver too!

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  2. Cheryl: This is a wonderful post. It reminds me of my dad, who was always drinking his coffee from his saucer. He said it was to cool off the coffee but, like your poem says, I think there was a little more to it. Your parents did look happy in the photo and their home was absolutely beautiful. I agree with you about being a grandmother. It is the best thing in the world..Thanks for your visit to me..xxoJudy

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    1. Dad and mom were happy together. My siblings and I have great childhood memories but also memories of when dad and mom were retired and how much our children liked to visit with them. Dad took them on tractor rides sometimes too. They had a lot of acreage and would walk the lane to pick blueberries, sugar plums, apples whatever was in season. I miss those times but I’m enjoying my own grandchildren now. Life is good! Thanks for stopping by

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    2. Dad and mom were happy together. My siblings and I have great childhood memories but also memories of when dad and mom were retired and how much our children liked to visit with them. Dad took them on tractor rides sometimes too. They had a lot of acreage and would walk the lane to pick blueberries, sugar plums, apples whatever was in season. I miss those times but I’m enjoying my own grandchildren now. Life is good! Thanks for stopping by

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  3. My husband and I were just talking about how blessed we are and how God has taken care of us. I love the drinking from the saucer thought!
    That farmhouse was so pretty.
    (And being a grandparent is one of the biggest blessings!)

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    1. It's great that you have a husband who also speaks about the blessings of the Lord in your lives it is the foundation that makes all the difference!
      May your joy continue to overflow!

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  4. Oh, I love that poem, and actually just learned it this past Christmas, when a lady in our church brought each of us women in our church UMW group a cup and saucer and a copy of that poem attached to it as a special gift at our Christmas luncheon. In turn, I also found special cups and saucers and printed copies of that poem and attached them to the cups and gave them to the women folk in my family for Christmas! Thank you for sharing it here with all of us. Oh, I love the pictures of your parents and their home in Michigan...so beautiful. I know you miss them and their home. I certainly can relate. This was a lovely post today.

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    1. That is a really sweet idea about attaching the poem to the cup with a saucer and nice for you to share with the ladies in your family. Might do something like that next Christmas.
      Thank you

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  5. Their farmhouse is postcard picture perfect! Like something you would see in a calendar. And the photo of your mom & dad is wonderful, they look so happy. Yes, I am familiar with this poem. It is so good! Thankfullness creates joy!

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